i, you, & them

tight rope

what is normal and what is not?
we know what are by perceptions
the thin line of true and false
were we all stand on a tight rope
to go no less real, no more insane

some go over insanity
find nirvana in the midst of the overhead
where the sun never sets down
and the rains never come after thunders
where imbalance is perceived by others

we drag them back to the rope
take away that nirvana, that freedom
build again with sticks and glue
as they stare off the distance where
their moons come in two

but what is it that they see?
what was it that they saw?
a different form of reality we're used to
somehow we think it's wrong
when ours are formed by trauma and misuse

then there are those who fall into reality
too much of it that they end up
dead before trying
to help them costs an arm and a leg
not even a metaphorical statement

we drag them back slight into insanity
where they forget dark fogs and crying
depression in the summer genocide
dead flowers and blood red skies
we drag back the damaged minds

but what is it that they see?
what was it that they saw?
a different form of reality we're used to
somehow we think it's wrong
when ours are formed by trauma and misuse

the tight rope overtime is weathered down
by historical steps, burns, and doubts
but what comes next is what scares us;
do we fall into ignorant insanity
or the reality that detests us?